Sorry that this basically took forever to put up! Academics (unfortunately) comes first, and this is about to be a rough semester.
Thanks again for all of the reviews and love this story is getting! I feel like I'm appealing to a small niche, but that's what makes it so great for me!
So without further ado, here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Do You Wanna Touch Me". Or Glee for that matter.

Chapter 5

Division

"Please tell me that you haven't said anything to anybody". Mike's voice was filled with desperation. His electric blue and lime green sneakers scuffed the floor below him as he tripped over his own feet, which had lost their usual grace. Nervousness and a bad, continuous hangover had gotten the best of him, and an accidental nudge from the larger girl was enough to send him directly to the ground.

Lauren simply looked down at her glee club acquaintance, one eyebrow raised. "Are you really freaking out this much Chang? Lemme' tell you a lil' somethin' somethin' about myself." She said as she extended a hand to Mike; who allowed himself to be pulled off of the ground. "Airing out other people's dirty laundry just because I can? Not really my thing." Mike breathed a premature sigh of relief. "What is my thing you ask? Just blackmail, extortion, that kind of stuff. Maybe a drive-by if I'm feeling ambitious. It's all about if there's something in it for moi."

Mike paused his movement, and stood facing Lauren with wide eyes and an open mouth. He knew that Lauren was a badass, but he never really imagined her to be dangerous.

"Holy crap you take things way too seriously. I was just kidding." She said, looking back at the boy. "Well, about the drive-by thing anyway. For real though, you and the Ken doll are gonna need to do a few things for me in the next few weeks. Now keep up."

Mike quickened his pace to match Lauren's as he continued down what seemed like a never-ending hallway. He was never great at doing damage control, which was one of the many reasons why he never discussed any of his problems as openly as the rest of his friends in the glee club. He could feel his neck and shoulders beginning to tense up in response to his anxiety.

"So your ancestors are from where?" She began, as they proceeded up a set of stairs to the choir room. Mike began to open his mouth to reply, but she cut him off. "I'm just gonna assume Taiwan, or Vietnam or something. So that means that you can give me a rockin' mani-pedi every week. "

Mike started to respond to yet another racist comment, but Lauren didn't allow him to speak once again. "You're also gonna make me as fierce of a dancer as I am a singer. I'm talking a mix of Beyoncé, Gaga, and Usher. Thus I'm claiming you for all dance numbers in glee from here on out." Mike half-heartedly nodded.

"But here's the real thing I need from you." She paused at the top of the stairwell with the choir room now in sight. Mike glanced in, seeing Santana talking to Brittany in the top row, with Sam sitting right below them. He caught Santana's eyes before being met with an animated glare of disgust from the Latina. This was clearly in response to him talking to Lauren Zizes, one of her least favorite people.

"Anything interracial really gets me goin'. The only reason I was in to Puckerman was because I thought he was half-black, but now that I know the truth, I don't have an outlet." Mike furrowed his brow and met Lauren's eyes. He was beginning to become frustrated with the conversation. "I'm gonna need you and Evans to not only keep fooling around, but I want full, explicit updates every Monday morning. A girl's imagination can only get her so far. I needs me some details."

Mike cocked his head to the side and took a large gulp. Once the reality of the demand sank in, he subconsciously clenched his fists out of a mix of anger and annoyance. "Lauren that is the most ridiculous request you could have made. Not only will I never tell you anything about my love life, but I probably won't even have one because you invaded a private moment."

"Ooooh, honey" Lauren said sarcastically, making a sad face accompanied by a pouted bottom lip. She put her right hand on Mike's shoulder. "It's not a request, it's an order. But I'll leave it up to you on whether or not you want to write out what goes on between you two, or if you want to just tell me directly. And I saw the kiss. It wasn't something that just happens, and then never gets discussed."

With that, Lauren left the spot that they had been standing in, and made her way to glee club. Mike had been left standing there, dumbfounded, before feeling a tight, familiar grip on his bicep.

"Glee, now." Santana forcefully demanded as she dragged Mike by his arm. "What the hell was that? Why are you even talking to that evil sasquatch anyway?"

For the umpteenth time in the past few minutes, Mike wasn't able to respond, yet this time he was cut off by Mr. Schue as Santana sat him down in the chair on her right.

"Ok guys, so our cover of 'Sing!' by My Chemical Romance was nothing short of amazing, and seeing as how we have a special guest joining us shortly, I want to ask you really quickly how you all feel about making it our official finale number for regionals?"

Everyone in the glee club let out a round of applause save for Rachel, who quickly raised her hand before speaking out despite Mr. Schue not calling on her to speak.

"With all due respect Mr. Schuester and my fellow glee clubbers, the song simply isn't enough." She stood up and moved to the front of the room so she could address everybody directly. "We're all so unique and so talented, and I feel the only way we can truly express that to the judges is by doing original numbers. It's the only way we'll beat the Warblers."

'The Warblers? It sounds like you're gonna be competing against a group of hookers." Everyone's attention was averted away from Rachel to the taller blonde woman standing in the doorway. Various shrieks and screams of excitement were let out as the club realized that the voice belonged to Ms. Holly Holiday. "I know I know, I'm totally awesome right? You can keep the applause coming, but first we're gonna do a number. Girls come up here by the piano, and boys, just go ahead and continue to do nothing; just like every other man in the world. We're gonna sex this place up!"

Rachel, who Mike knew had never cared for Ms. Holiday, defiantly sat back in her seat next to Quinn, who also made the decision to stay seated. The rest of the girls all got up and walked to the piano as Holly commanded the band to play the song that they had apparently discussed earlier. It was a tune that Mike immediately recognized, and he knew it was going to be a fun performance as soon as Brittany and Santana joined Holly in her overly sexual choreography.

"Right or wrong, don't it turn you on? Can't you see we're wastin' time? Yeah!"

Holly continued to sing the lyrics as each male member of the glee club made his way to a female partner. Mike set his sights on Brittany, as he usually did whenever he felt the need to really release his pent up emotions through dance. Brittany was arguably even more talented at dancing than he was, and he knew she would be able to match his intensity.

Before Mike completed his path though, felt a rough grip on each of his shoulders, effectively halting him. "Deal. You. Me. Dance." He heard Lauren whisper in his ear. He mentally cursed at the girl in his mind, but within milliseconds found himself in a line of glee club members, directly opposite Lauren.

"Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There? Yeah!"

Mike belted out the words with the rest of the club. He didn't want to allow himself to dance too close to Lauren, partly because he feared her, but mostly because he didn't want to let her think that he was actually willing to go along with her plan. His various pelvic thrusts and body rolls were toned down, and only slightly directed at Lauren. He silently decided to himself that what he wasn't able to express in dance, he was just going to have to sing out. The heat that was building up in his head, and the tightness of his chest were relieved as he continued to harmonize with the club. He wasn't a great singer, but after being around Rachel and Mercedes for a year and a half, he had picked up some vocal techniques.

Much to Mike's jubilation, the performance only went on for another minute before Holly ended the song and gave them a brief lecture on how when you have sex with someone, you're having sex with every person they'd ever been with. Mike was bored of the talk because he didn't have to apply the lesson to himself, but he laughed when he saw Brittany trying to mentally calculate just how many people she had had sex with by Ms. Holiday's logic. She'd probably spend a few hours trying to figure that one out, seeing as she's been with both Santana and Puck.

He allowed his eyes to wander just a bit longer, and soon found himself looking into the same green eyes that he had been so captivated by on Friday night. Just when Mike began to form a cautious grin, Sam cut the moment short by immediately looking back to Ms. Holliday. The blonde boy curled his lips inward and let out a massive exhale through his nostrils. Mike had come to learn Sam's body language after watching him from afar, and he knew that Sam was obviously trying to avoid him.

"Sam can we talk for a bit?" Mike rushed out of the choir room, following Sam down the hallway.

"There's nothing to talk about Mike. Definitely not here." Was the response that Mike was met with, and as Sam sporadically turned around, he felt his heart drop.

"What was that about?" Santana asked quizzically as Sam continued his way back down the hall. "Actually, what is everything about? You kind of just disappeared after you and Sam had that alone time at Berry's on Friday. Then Sam wouldn't keep his lips off of me. You know how gross that was? I had to brush my teeth for like, 10 minutes when I got home."

"He kissed me." Mike said quietly, just loud enough for Santana to hear, but not loud enough that any stragglers from glee practice would be able to listen in. "Well I might have kissed him. We kissed each other I guess."

Mike turned around to see a shocked look on Santana's face. Her mouth was agape, and her brown eyes were set incredibly wide. Her eyebrows were raised and Mike thought that he may have seen her nostrils flare. The only sounds permeating the rare silence were the slams of lockers from the floor below.

"But Lauren saw, and now I guess Sam's too freaked out to even talk to me about it."

Santana pursed her lips. "So that's why you were talking to her?"

Mike raised his voice a little in frustration. He had managed to forget about Lauren's non-dancing requests until now. "Yeah, and she wants me to keep a diary or something of our hookups. She's got an interracial fetish or something."

"Mmmm, kinky." Santana retorted with a corner of lip slightly raised, a look that she readjusted upon noticing the pallor of Mike's face. The usual glimmer that lit up his eyes was absent. She realized that he was truly distressed.

"Look…can we talk about literally anything else right now?" Mike said defeatedly, allowing his shoulders and arms to sink down to along sides. "Talking about Sam is stressing me out, and I've got a bio test to study for tomorrow."

"Well as much as I hate talking about myself…Brit-Brit came over last night." The conversation piqued Mike's interest. "She told me she was confused about our relationship."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Is she confused confused? Or just Brittany confused?"

"The first one." Santana said matter of factly. "She wants to figure out how she feels, but to do that, she wants to talk about it."

"So did you talk it out?" Mike asked quizzically, while leaning against one of the red lockers.

Santana raised her voice to a near shouting level. "Hell no I didn't talk about it! Santana Lopez does not do relationship conversations."

Mike became disappointed, and furrowed his brow. "Santana. Be honest with me. Do you really like Brittany? Or is she just an experiment for you?"

She looked down at the floor and put her hand on her right arm. "Mike. I really like her." She looked up and began to smile. "Everything about her is perfect. She's my best friend."

Mike met Santana's beam with a grin of his own. It was always nice to see a genuine look on the Latina's face. "Then you have to talk about it."

"Even if I wanted to talk about it, I wouldn't know how to."

Mike's eyes lit up at his idea. "Ms. Holliday's subbing for the health teacher. I'm sure she would be willing to help you guys talk about your issues. Plus she's the most laid-back teacher of all time."

"Ya know Mike. I think you might be on to something."

Kind of filler-ish, and I think I kind of cut it a little short toward the end. But hopefully you guys still liked it! Any reviews are always beyond appreciated!

I'm really excited to write chapter 6! There's a moment in that chapter that was my motivation for even writing this story, so hopefully you all come back to read what that moment is!